where air is thin
and virgin snow sounds crispy beneath boots
we can meet
perhaps a kiss
perhaps we will see one another’s face
this is the place where yearning is ending
this ancient Earth reaching beyond the seafloor,
beyond the planetary core
this cold cloud-poetry sprinkling
shimmering sound
twinkling darkness
boundaries evanesce
and you and I, we have always been on this magic carpet
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